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[quackery]

What's there to talk about?

[controlledvariable]

I dunno, you're the one thinking about boys.

[quackery]

I'm not thinking about anyone! Er, anything! You brought up boy hair! I was thinking about the hair part and not the boy part!

[controlledvariable]

The boy part, huh?

[sTEPH NO]

[quackery]

...What?

[steph you're lucky she doesn't understand what you mean she might have screamed]

[controlledvariable]

[nope bye she's so done that she's fallen on the floor laughing

sorry ahiru]

[quackery]

You can't just not answer me!

[controlledvariable]

[It takes her a moment to compose herself enough to answer, and even then she's still giggling.]

Think about it, duckling.

[quackery]

I did think about it!

[too pure for life]

[controlledvariable]

Oh, sweetheart.

[she can't stop laughing she's gonna die]

[quackery]

[sighs!!]

Steph, come on!

[controlledvariable]

Boy part.

[that's the only clue she's getting]

[quackery]

[muffled jeopardy theme music in the background-- RECORD SCRATCH]

W-We never did anything like that! Oh my god, Steph! I wouldn't -- no way!

[did she just say "we"

oops]

[controlledvariable]

[cackling madly tbqh]

"We"?

[s t e p h]

[quackery]

[pause while she screams internally more]

Um... Yes.

[controlledvariable]

[Sounding like she just stepped out of a Grease musical number:]

Tell me more, tell me more~

[quackery]

[totally misses that reference oops]

Um. His name is Fakir.

[controlledvariable]

[That's okay she made it for herself.]

That's a nice name. Is he from home?

[quackery]

Umm, sort of. We were friends back home but we weren't, like, together until we got sent to that place I told you about.

[controlledvariable]

[That's good to hear, but sh decides not to dwell on that sorta thing for fear of it getting depressing.]

Is he cute?

[quackery]

Well... I think so, but that's not what's really great about him.

[controlledvariable]

You're adorable.

[she sounds so fond]

[quackery]

W-Where did that come from?

[controlledvariable]

From my heart.

[she's half teasing and half being a sap]

[quackery]

Well, I would hope so, but it was still pretty sudden!